Outgrowing Ourselves by Steve O’Key

Adore us, please,

with pasta cuddling our sleeves

and spaghetti splashed Buzz Lightyear tees

So loved by stains they almost breathe

And bubble when they feel unclean

We dribble like we’re in a dream

We’re students.

Bored, drunk and sweaty

Man, I hope Buzz Lightyear likes spaghetti.